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waka flocka flame - big homie flock (intro) lyrics

by popular demand
in the motherf-ckin streets
big homie scream
with big homie flock brind you
roaches to rolex
yall motherf-ckers ready?

the trap hot, it’s on fire
be the rap n-gg- like a busy bee play
i run my hood, no marathon
took off for a minute now i’m back on
that bas bigger, my dreads longer
my n-gg-s rhythm, my weed stronger
smoking that pack, that body builder
money talks, i don’t f-ckin hear you

you ain’t dressed, you ain’t got swag
you a walking label, you a signed artist
got my own label, f-ck these n-gg-s
with they middle fingers
i’mma die rich in the game bangin so it’s f-ck the prison
when critics say i ain’t talkin money
i keep 1k, them n-gg-s transform to my old ways
keep black doors on me like oj
i’m turnt up off no drugs
you turned down, you getting no love
love the energy so i’m in the crowd
actin wild
they know i go hard, b-tch i’m good with yall
one phone call, send them killas at you
that speed dial,
always visit 10 years, at the same time joey beat his murder trial
always be the cal, that’s upon the soldiers
still collecting opinions, i’m a humbled n-gg-
never join forces, make my own way
i keep cake, no birthday
f-ckin off they compet-tion
i ain’t lemonade
follow street laws, don’t litigate
i delegate, you follow
i’m on my own sh-t, you borrow
last n-gg- try to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill
that’s real sh-t
big homie flock
squad

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